The boy stands, and straightens his shoulders. "I'd like to say, 'You wouldn't dare,' but at this point I'm reluctant to rely on your good will," he says, narrowing his eyes.

Then he leans back, smiling. "You are genuinely so bored that you'd follow me around? I don't know whether to be flattered or angry."

Probably both.

He's not about to waste a drink, either.